HAI! it's been far too long! I'll try to update for often! but... guuuh. real life is still so busy. Oh well, it'll stay that way until summer vacation. I'm still gonna write more! :)

So this one turned out longer than the other chapters. I'll stop adding more. Enjoy!

"…what could possibly be better than feeling happy in the arms of a happy Adam Mitchel Lambert?"

Wow. How long ago had I said that?… If only I knew then what I know now.

Don't get me wrong, Adam's hugs are wonderful. Simply fantastic. The best I've ever had, in fact. He just seems to envelop you with his whole being, leaving you warm and tingly all over. But that is not as good as it gets with Mr. Lambert. Not even close.

Without a doubt, the most incredible experience of my life up to that point was having Adam Lambert redo my makeup for me.

Like most things, I don't really know how it happened. After he had finished with his comforting embrace and my tears had stopped, we both stepped back a little. I was about to look up and smile winningly at him in hopes that the fact that I'd just had a mental/emotional breakdown would slip his mind when I suddenly gasped in horror. At the same time, Adam looked down, and I saw his face twist in dismay. Surely he was thinking the same thing I was. I blurted out, "Oh no! Your shirt's ruined!" at the same time that he exclaimed, "Oh no! Your makeup's smeared!" I was confused and still too traumatized at the fact that I had left a huge black makeup smudge on his shirt to comprehend that he had noticed something on my face and was concerned about it. The whole "brain function" thing wasn't working out for me very well so far.

With concern still plastered on his face, he glanced down at his shirt. I had the feeling that he'd already noticed, and the fact that he was more worried about my face cheered me up immensely, until I remembered that I had just ruined his t-shirt, which probably cost more than my entire outfit. I started stressing again, even when he said, "Eeh, it doesn't matter" like the most carefree guy in the world, but he sounded a lot like the kid who drops his ice cream that he really wanted, but plays it off like it's no big deal to avoid drama. My stress, hell, my whole life melted away, however, when he leaned forward, put his hands at the base of my neck, looked straight into my eyes and said, "What does matter is that pretty face of yours. It's all smudgy."

Was he trying to kill me?! His gaze, his voice, his body, everything about him was so… intense. But he was so happy and light at the same time. I couldn't even try to understand, so I just smiled and squeaked "uh huh!" like a toddler about to go to Disneyland. Only it was so much better than that.

The next time my brain finally decided to catch up with the rest of me, I was sitting down, back against the wall, struggling not to move while Adam kneeled in front of me and carefully dabbed under my eyes with a small antibacterial wipe. I had raised an eyebrow when he pulled it out, but he grinned back at me and said, "It's just a cheap, easy way to take off makeup in a hurry. I always have some with me for quick fixes." I took his word to heart and swore to load up the next time I was in the school cafeteria, or anywhere else they were handed out for free.

I held very, very still as his fingers gently brushed against my skin. He smiled a little at me, and I blushed and returned the favor, though not nearly as dazzlingly. I was still grinning when he asked, "Did you bring any makeup?" Shaking myself out of my euphoric reverie, I said, "Yeah, hang on a sec." I grabbed for my sparkly purse, dumping the contents onto the small floor: cell phone, iPod, wallet, camera (when had that gotten back in there?), chapstick, aaaand… oh, there it was! Cover-up, mascara, compact mirror, eyeshadow, and lipgloss tumbled out last. I smiled up at him, and he smiled back, and I realized just how close we were… The thought "WTF Liz he's gay, let it go" flashed through my mind, but I didn't let it deter me. It hadn't in the past… but, then again, I had never had him right next to me, all to myself, in this tiny, enclosed space…

I was just staring at him again when he frowned a little. I thought about how cute he was whenever he did that. Then he asked, "Where's your eyeliner?"

…Uuuh…

"Oh shit! Hang on…" I scrambled frantically through my purse, finding nothing but blackness, when it hit me: On my way out of the hotel room, I had stopped for a brief, final touch-up in the mirror… and left my eyeliner, my precious, coal-black eyeliner, laying on the counter.

I felt like I was in one of those terrible, dramatic movies where I'm supposed to start screaming 'noooooooooo' in a drawn-out, slo-mo sort of way. You cannot fix makeup without eyeliner; it's a staple, an essential. If you try to, it's like making a sandwich without bread, or having sex while you're on your period; it just doesn't work unless you're willing to get really, really messy.

Evidently, my extreme distress was once again very visible. This elevator ride was sure to give me an ulcer if I didn't stop freaking out. Ever the hero, Adam just gave me a soft grin and whispered, "No worries, I've got my own." He whipped his own stick out of his back pocket.

I gaped in amazement. He may as well have pulled out a condom and lube. Adam's eyeliner was a hugely significant part of his sex appeal; it defined the sensuality of his face, advanced the term "eye fucking" to a whole new level, just that little coal-tipped pencil… and he was about to use it on me. I couldn't even breathe. If you had plated my face with solid gold, I wouldn't have cared half as much. This was his personal eyeliner. Adam Lambert's very own individual eyeliner was about to be applied onto my face.

Adam Lambert's eyeliner.

On my face.

Adam Lambert's eyeliner.

On my face.

I don't really care if I was being repetitive. I just really needed to process. It was that big of a deal.

I smiled really, really wide, almost hurting my face, but I didn't care. This was so fucking amazing.

Adam frowned a little at the eyeliner, picking a bit of fuzz off of the tip, before looking up at my beaming face and grinning a little. My heart skipped a beat or seven when he leaned in close and breathed, "Relax."

When Adam Lambert says to do something, you'd better fucking do it.

I took a deep breath, in through the nose, filling myself with the scent of his Dior Homme cologne that permeated the entire elevator. All ten cubic feet of it. I know it seems like a stupid way to calm down with Adam himself right there, but I started playing his version of "Mad World" in my head. It had always worked before when I was really tense or pissed off, and surprisingly, it worked just as well right then, possibly even better. The song brought along the sensation of just drifting away into some cool, misty twilight, and I succumbed to the feeling. I was floating in a world where there was no stress, no messy makeup, no awkward moments to cause distress to perfect men. Even in my head, the song was that powerful.

The soothing effect it had on me was so strong, I barely felt it when Adam's hand brushed against my face, or maybe his touch was just that gentle. I was, however, extremely aware of the atmosphere created by his presence, his deeply powerful aura. It was palpable when I was looking at him, but I had never closed my eyes for long enough to realize that it all went so far beyond incredibly good looks. He was just so pure and genuine and real. I could feel him breathing on my cheek, smudging the smoky eyeliner with the his thumb, unintentionally caressing the side of my face with his other fingertips. It just seemed so intimate. Adam's touch is very sensual when he's applying makeup.

It would have been overwhelming in the first place, but having my eyes closed expanded my senses, and his proximity was almost too much. I could feel myself starting to freak out again, and that just wouldn't do; Adam had told me to relax! I concentrated harder on the beautiful tune of "Mad World" in my head, and tried not to think about Adam on his knees in front of me, perfecting the black ring around my other eye now. I tried not to think about the dirty, dirty things I could do to this boy right then…

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad

The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had…

Well, the best dream I've ever had did not involve dying. I'm pretty sure anyone could guess exactly what it was. Well, probably not exactly… it was pretty wild, the way I remember it…

Focus, Liz.

And I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take,

When people run in circles it's a very, very

Mad world…

Mad world…

"Alright, all done!" Adam chirped. I was so enraptured in the melody that it took me a moment to blink open my eyes. He was grinning widely at me. I smiled a little sheepishly back. My thoughts had gone a little astray back there, and I really hoped he hadn't somehow read my mind. Which really wouldn't be that implausible. The man could do anything.

I was still stuck smiling at him when he sat all the way down and reached for the compact mirror on the floor, asking, "Want to see the finished product?"

Oh wait, that's right. There was actually a point to him caressing my face other than sending me spiraling into some alternate, perfect universe.

"Umm, hell yes!" I took the mirror almost greedily from him, heart clenching in anticipation to see what magic he had worked upon me.

What I saw in that 2-inches of shiny plastic absolutely took my breath away. With black wax as his paint and my face as his canvas, Adam had transformed the muddled black mess into a gracefully scintillating work of art, with thick black lines around my eyes blending flawlessly into the surrounding skin, sweeping out to offer a catlike appearance. The whole look simply oozed sexiness, smoothness, glitter, and badassery.

"Wow" I breathed. It was all I could do. I could see him grinning from the corner of my eye, but I was too enraptured in my own brand-new rocker chic appearance to really notice. Yeah, I'm vain. So sue me.

I laughed a little under my breath. "You really made the makeup I put on look like shit." He laughed out loud at that one, and my heart did backflips at the perfectly joyful sound.

Smiling again, I leaned in closer. "Oh! You added more eyeshadow!" I looked up in surprise. He was still smiling. "Yeah, you didn't notice? And you have fabulous colors by the way!"

I giggled like a little schoolgirl. "Well, no, I didn't notice. I… I was pretty relaxed."

He chuckled back. "Yeah! You looked completely out of it. Like you were in heaven or something."

I bit back my lip to keep from blabbering again about just how right he was, because, hey, he was dead-on, but I kept it simple. "What can I say? I like being pampered."

He really laughed at that, and it was completely infectious. I just kept right on, giggling madly like I should be in a room with sponge walls.

"Oh, so do I, girl, so do I!" I was so happy that he was happy, I didn't even wonder why he was completely cracking up, even though what I said wasn't even that funny. I didn't let it trouble me. It was just a moment of glittery ecstasy.

After we had both calmed down a bit, a troubling thought occurred to me. I turned to Adam with a very serious look on my face. I looked him right in those gorgeous eyes, and he turned to me with rapt attention. I began with a very steady voice. "Adam. We still have a very serious problem on our hands."

His look was all concern. "What? What is it?"

I took a deep breath, like it was hard for me to say aloud. Which it was, just not for the reasons he thought. "Your shirt. It's still ruined. There's nothing we can do. I'm afraid you're just going to have to take it off."

With a quick glance at the massive stain my previous makeup had made on his shirt, he burst out laughing, harder than before. I tried as hard as I could to keep my somber face, but dammit, he was so adorable! I couldn't help but join him in our symphony of jubilant noise.

Out of breath, he leaned forward and tapped the end of my nose, a huge grin on his face. "You are the most devious of all Glamberts! I'll have to watch out for you!" he broke down again, chuckling. I was too breathless to reply at all.

Devious!

That was a good thing, right?

Well, it is when the person who utters it is Adam Mitchel Lambert!

I've ended all of the chapters with the same three words! Did you notice? :) the first couple times were coincidental, then i thought, hmmm. maybe i should just end every chapter like that! And it's pretty fun!

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